Even after suffering a crushing setback, the Sun God Army seemed to grow fiercer the more it was beaten!
Its commander took responsibility, his soldiers were willing to lay down their lives, and they had never spared themselves blood or sweat in training. Their command of the formation was masterful. This was what a mighty army of the boundless starry sky looked like!
The divine path could naturally decay, decline, and fall.
But in this age, their forebears had risen from humble, bitterly poor beginnings, hacking through thorns and brambles all the way. Only now had they begun to show signs of a resurgence that would rule the entire cosmic starry sky. As a whole, the gods were still striving upward, their spirits high.
These opponents would surely become formidable enemies.
"We merely lost the initiative because we failed to see it coming,"
"So what?"
The Solar God Heir stopped roaring. A savage wound had opened across his cheek as he spoke coldly.
Those were his words, but they were also the shared conviction of the entire Sun God Army.
In overall strength, the divine army still held an enormous advantage. One miscalculation had allowed the enemy to turn its force against it and launch a swift surprise attack. That slight difference was what had left them wounded.
Who could have imagined that the Sun Law-Annihilating Sword Dao, seemingly devoted to pure, overwhelming destruction, had also attained such mastery over the transformations of yin and yang, of taiji?
Before anyone noticed, an ancient, sweeping battle hymn rose through the divine army.
"Who says we have no robes?"
"The sun and moon shall be our raiment; burn the incense of our hearts, and shine alongside the gods."
"Who says we have no offerings?"
"The river of stars shall be our feast;